What's the one thought which comes in the midst of cute cat videos, pretty pictures of flowers, and Hallmark cards telling you the meaning of life.
Right. Someone is really, really bummed. That sort of thing is all over the social networks where there's kind of a standing theme of don't worry, be happy. The observation isn't so much scary but rather deeply saddening in seeing so much compensation without any resolution. In effect, it seems the false positivity only creates more sadness.
Every possible reason you want to throw for feeling sad, short of smashing the Galaxy Guitar in front of me, has either happened or is happening right now. It's dramatic but we loathe melodrama and thus it stays in the background.
The only thing permitted out of the Rockhouse is the light in the music and everything else is contrast. Almost all of it is generally misinterpreted but the same principle is behind all of it in the hope fix this or that and then sunbeams for everybody.
There is often seething over things which waste my time and obviously it's inane to waste more time seething when something was already a waste of time but there's some satisfaction in a bit of smashface once in a while.
We don't see anything uplifting in cat videos or false sentiment. Any fool knows that's not reality and you can't copy uplifting, you have to make it yourself. If other people see it then maybe they go too. That's entirely the point of "The End of the World in Fort Worth" and I'm proud of that one despite any inevitable regrets which come after publishing anything.
Perhaps the thought in you is this is not real but we can play with what's real all day and still be arguing at the end of it. The object isn't to say anything is real but rather to suggest it could be. That I believe it doesn't mean anything but rather it's whether you do.
Hearing the song triggered some guitar playing which stayed tight and accurate except when it got too dark to see the strings much at all because the screen saver on the monitor was turning it off. There was another bit after that which was just some distortion chords for the beat and that felt kind of swell. I don't terribly regret failing to record it just now but that would be worth another trip.
Energy comes out of nowhere. No explanation.
Right. Someone is really, really bummed. That sort of thing is all over the social networks where there's kind of a standing theme of don't worry, be happy. The observation isn't so much scary but rather deeply saddening in seeing so much compensation without any resolution. In effect, it seems the false positivity only creates more sadness.
Every possible reason you want to throw for feeling sad, short of smashing the Galaxy Guitar in front of me, has either happened or is happening right now. It's dramatic but we loathe melodrama and thus it stays in the background.
The only thing permitted out of the Rockhouse is the light in the music and everything else is contrast. Almost all of it is generally misinterpreted but the same principle is behind all of it in the hope fix this or that and then sunbeams for everybody.
There is often seething over things which waste my time and obviously it's inane to waste more time seething when something was already a waste of time but there's some satisfaction in a bit of smashface once in a while.
We don't see anything uplifting in cat videos or false sentiment. Any fool knows that's not reality and you can't copy uplifting, you have to make it yourself. If other people see it then maybe they go too. That's entirely the point of "The End of the World in Fort Worth" and I'm proud of that one despite any inevitable regrets which come after publishing anything.
Perhaps the thought in you is this is not real but we can play with what's real all day and still be arguing at the end of it. The object isn't to say anything is real but rather to suggest it could be. That I believe it doesn't mean anything but rather it's whether you do.
Hearing the song triggered some guitar playing which stayed tight and accurate except when it got too dark to see the strings much at all because the screen saver on the monitor was turning it off. There was another bit after that which was just some distortion chords for the beat and that felt kind of swell. I don't terribly regret failing to record it just now but that would be worth another trip.
Energy comes out of nowhere. No explanation.
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